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how sphinks are going as a matter of wandering? rhetorically speeching. Splendiferous, ahh shu’ up spell-checkor, this sounds peculiarly weird enough, you station personnel…and cracking up nimbulus clowneys, hocus-pocus. You know that other PotC-Mod Forum where I registered on Wednesday methinks, wrote that lil letter a day later with a side-splitting effect and on Friday the Firteenth that went-unheard-of wreaking havoc occured; with then no further lessons learned. And here you might catch drunken freak-stylors. Thanks again to both posters, that was rather comical. But what troll has thought of crushing all three posts from us, hé? The apes on Gibraltar Prime are strolling with a paperbrella from one terrific tourist to anuwwer. Ya, all other indigenous natives there are huddling behind a Windows-sPain’, lo-ol. Ow, byHawaij, this grey-bluish background doesn’t go too well on the sensors, whahh.
Effe this, nonchalantly, by-the-by, rather quickly -ya. sort of- and without much effort tha’ is, a burst of a hyperlight of most probably having installed a somewhat functioning Mod (how do you start searching for Freeport-7 so that you can meet with Lonnigan? have no idea atoll, neither is it to be found in Sigma-17) via FLMM eh thingey -nice one, Sushy- ooh-wowzy, what’s that then? the unpacked files mind, are settling there automatically, storyline loaded from the original and starflies, the space-dinghy. Could have been a mess for all they know. That couch from Councellor Troy is somersaulting loik.
Or are those tealish, turquoise bleeps rats and frogs on the emerald dish -esque? wo? fiendly rockets omitting galatical silliness …Bring’em on, no sweats, nor clouds in the early day drinks. About to check Console.dll for a proper experiment later and maybe more boats, hmm, yeah, right. So, effe a push of several knoobs for a Kaffee Hag and a you-name-it, hoyé.